A Rabbit In My Headlights Poem by David Clinch

A Rabbit In My Headlights



A rabbit in my headlights late tonight
Twitching, flailing dying in the light
Me, I'm kind of scared, upset
Witness to the gruesome sight I met

I should have driven over it I thought
As its last frenzied battle was fought
Be merciful to it in its tragic state
But didn't realise until too late

It was just a small, sentient thing
On the edge of the abyss and giving in
And one living, conscious being
Could smell the fear that death will bring

Wednesday, October 1, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: fear
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I was coming home to Torrington from an open mic session in Barnstaple late one night.
I saw a rabbit flailing in the middle of the road on the white broken line. I was also listening to the great songwriter, singer and guitarist, Richard Thompson on the radio 'BBC Mastertapes'. He was asked how he writes a song. He said that he was no different to anyone else in the way he went about it. I was inspired. When I arrived home after midnight I sat down and wrote this poem. It's also a song.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
David Clinch 12 February 2015

Thank you so much Anand.

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Anand Brown 03 October 2014

I love this poem. This poem is written with the simplicity of Emily Dickinson, but like her poems, they seem simple on the surface but they have a much deeper meaning if you dig beneath the surface :)

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